Round 4

D.Va - Steal, All

Tracer - Steal, Futa Size

Widow - Steal, Major (Supercharged)

Mei - Supercharge

Mercy - Futa

***

More size was indeed coming. And finally, it came to D.Va.

“Read ‘em and weep,” the diminutive brunette quipped, her last words spoken in the feeble voice that she had been so afflicted with. Because her next card was powerful indeed: Steal, All. And so she did, draining size out of every other player at once.

“Oi!” Tracer boomed, “leave it off!”

“No can do! I’m getting good and I don’t feel like quitting!” D.Va turned her grin on Widow, next, eagerly enjoying the view as she rose to her full size and then kept on going, passing by the Frenchwoman’s face before leaving her in the dust. She stole from them all; 64 ft from Tracer, 3 ft from Widow, 29 ft from Mei, and 20 from Mercy. More than enough to get back in the game (if not take the lead; Tracer, at 190 ft, was still unassailable by the now 117 ft tall Korean).

Mei shivered as she dwindled. It felt like ages since her height had been less than three digits. Not like she wasn’t still gigantic. But while the bodacious brunette still towered above the building, she was no longer alone. Of the five, only Widow remained at a near-human height, in fact, and that would hardly last long.

Mercy, too, shivered, but not for the same reason. No, she was finger-blasting herself to kingdom come, moaning wildly as the D.Va rose to prominence. “So big!” she called, making a complete mess of herself. “Yes, yes. This is a great success!”

“Whatever you say, doc,” Tracer chuckled from above, her voice booming as she shifted her seat in the rubble. “I think we might’ve lost her.”

“Whatever,” D.Va said. “I get to loom, that’s all that matters. Play on! I wanna grow more!” 

“Sure. Let’s see what we have here.” Tracer turned over her card. Steal, Futa Size. “We just keep stealing, huh?” Her smile turned downright predatory as she sized up Widow. “What nice cocks you have there…”

Widow rolled her eyes. “Take them. I know you have no other targets.”

“Well, no, but you could at least put up a fight. Ah well.” Tracer patted the card and picked Widow up, placing the assassin on her crotch—just as it began to bulge and grow, swelling with virgin cockflesh. “Fuck it, I’ll strip as well,” she said, unzipping hurriedly to get a hand on her new, fattening cock. “Mmh. Lovely,” she purred, running her hand across the foot-long—to her—lady-penis.

To Widow, it was a monster, more than three times even her impressive size. Having the size of her cocks drained felt positively climactic, the sting of the loss sweetened by a burst of pleasure so euphoric it almost felt like a drug. Consequently, her now merely 6-inchers throbbed and squirted, painting little lines across the giantess Tracer’s legs.

“So it goes,” Widow said, her voice raspy with orgasm. “As does this. Steal, Major.”

“Ah!” D.Va called. “Get her ass! Do it!”

“Don’t do it,” Tracer opined. “I might give you my ass anyway.”

“So eager. It’s really too much.” Widow laughed, glancing between the two. “I know how badly you want the lead, D.Va. But I’ve got a better idea. Gaining a handful of height is transient. Getting my own personal worshipper? That is a long-term plan.” She cast a knowing gaze at Mercy, who—for the first time—appeared to escape her size-lust and squinted back in confusion.

“You are not suggesting…?”

“Oh yes. I am.” Widow activated her card and purred as the doctor’s size flowed into her. Immediately, she shot upwards, properly straddling Tracer’s bulging lap. And she wasn’t done by a long-shot.

“Ah! But I… It keeps going?” Mercy snapped. “Ah, of course! Super-charged! You’re draining 90%... 99%... 99.9%!?”

“Indeed I am, doctor.” Widow reached out, snatching Mercy by the collar as they passed each other. She didn’t remain large enough to keep pinched for long. Mercy shrank, falling into the palm of her hand—and kept shrinking until she was no bigger than Widow’s fingernail. “There,” Widow boomed. “Who’s your goddess?”

“It’s you!” Mercy cried, delirious with lust. “You, glorious Amelie!” She threw herself down, kissing the giantess’ palm.

“Good. I’m glad we’ve established that.” She grinned at the others—at 79 ft, she was shorter than Mei, but definitely in the big leagues—and with her pocket healer well and truly in her pocket. (She’d even made a little extra size from her futa growth multiplier.)

“That was a cheap trick,” D.Va said.

“You’re just mad she didn’t shrink me,” Tracer said.

“Obviously.”

Mei glanced at them all. “This game is crazy. You’re crazy.” She shook her head. “Supercharge for me. Next.”

“My turn! Here, my goddess! Take this card.” The virtually microscopic Mercy thrust her card at Widow, who accepted it with a smug smile.

“Yes? Ah, Futa. Yes, I approve. Well done, pet.” Widow crooned as her diminished cocks flared up as they grew once more, tripling their meagre size into the pair of 1½ foot (relatively) cunt-wreckers that they were destined to be. “Much better.”

“Hey, you can’t just give cards away!” D.Va called

“Yeah. I know you’re horny, but that’s cheating, love.” Tracer shook her head.

But Mercy didn’t listen. And Widow certainly wasn’t going to relinquish her bounty.

“That’s what you get for making friends,” Widow said. “Watch and learn, girls.”

D.Va and Tracer shared a look. “Well, if they can play unfair…”

***

D.va - 117 feet

Tracer - 190 feet - 1 x 1-foot cock

Widow - 79 feet - 2 x 1.5-foot cocks

Mei - 86 feet - Supercharged

Mercy - 0.6 feet